That Rashad can do. He hauls Johnny to his feet and forces helps him up the stairs, reaching forward to rattle the locked door...only after a second of rattling he discovers that it's not locked at all. It swings open as a low moan sounds from the basement, and Rashad lets out a groan of fear as he tugs Johnny up through the doorway into the darkened room beyond --
No. Into the bright, cheerful kitchen beyond. The fear still lingers, and Rashad lets out another yelp and throws himself against the nearest wall as it seeks a new locus and finds nothing on which to settle. It's getting difficult to control himself, he notices. Or no, he's got the same level of control but it's no longer appropriate. Knowing it doesn't stop him staring bug-eyed at the cabinets, though.
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forceshelps him up the stairs, reaching forward to rattle the locked door...only after a second of rattling he discovers that it's not locked at all. It swings open as a low moan sounds from the basement, and Rashad lets out a groan of fear as he tugs Johnny up through the doorway into the darkened room beyond --No. Into the bright, cheerful kitchen beyond. The fear still lingers, and Rashad lets out another yelp and throws himself against the nearest wall as it seeks a new locus and finds nothing on which to settle. It's getting difficult to control himself, he notices. Or no, he's got the same level of control but it's no longer appropriate. Knowing it doesn't stop him staring bug-eyed at the cabinets, though.